getting old
posted 11th November, 2005 at 6:39 pm by jacob
filed under life
I’ve got to tell ya, getting old is no fun. I remember staying up ALL NIGHT LONG the night before my birthday waiting in anticipation at what the next day would bring me. Now, since about the age of 18, my once-burning “birthday excitement” has dwindled into shear nothingness. Sure, it’s nice to hear the “happy birthday’s” from friends, but celebrating my birth is not now what it once was.
My family has always placed a high emphasis on celebrating birthdays. We even have a “special” plate that one eats off of on his or her special day. Birthdays were a time for the family to come together and celebrate the life that they had already poured so much into. I think for me it was my most favorite day of the year. Despite all the stupid things I did to hurt the ones I loved, on that day, my birthday, all was forgotten; it was the one day I KNEW I was special.
We still celebrate birthdays, and I still feel special, but when I was younger my birthday seemed so much more exciting; the cake, ice scream, friends, lots of gifts. I can’t say I deserved it, but I certainly loved it. I only hope that one day, if I ever have kids, I make their birthdays just as special as my parents made mine.
November 13th, 2005 00:16
my birthday was fun, but I am relieved to be 21 and have no need for more large parties. I ‘spose it’s all a part of growing up. I, however, strongly feel more and more that growing up is NOT a fun thing. some of the teenagers told me I can be an honorary teenager forever. I think I’ll take them up on it.
we had a special plate, as well!!! that’s strange that our families had something in common.
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